The hit rate of the fleet artillery warfare in this era is metaphysics. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Needless to say, it's still a night fight.

This early breech gun, rough and without any means of improving the stability of the shell.

Yes, there is no rifling, there is no crosshair, and there is not even a stable base for firing guns. Each shot was affected by the recoil of the next cannon that caused the ship to capsize.

There is no retraction and re-entry machine, and after the first shot, the wheel under the breech of the gun is reversed to reduce the recoil, and then the cannon is pushed back to its original position by hand.

No matter how powerful the gunner is, his hit rate is still worrying.

Not to mention the strange transport ship of the orcs, with no sails and no deck, just a big turtle shell. This gave Dalin quite a headache.

Hinge shells that destroy the ship's mast and grapeshothulet shells that kill and injure enemy deck personnel cannot be used, so the only way to do this is to rely on the most primitive cannon to blast out a large iron ball to see if it can hit the key parts and inflict fatal damage on the opponent.

Daerin saw several shells hit the enemy ship through the telescope, but nothing happened, either the thick iron sheet above the transport ship was ejected, or it was stuck directly on the roof of the ship. The orc laborers still shook the oars as hard as they could.

"Hell, don't talk about hitting the remaining 60%...... I can't even keep 10% of it. ”

The artillery fire was fierce, the water column was high, but there were few orc transports that were sunk.

Admiral Dalin's eggs hurt.

That's when Naga struck.

A large number of male naga jumped to the surface in the face of heavy artillery fire. They wielded their huge tridents and slashed at the exposed oars, often severing more than ten oars with a crackle after a single leap.

The orc laborers in charge of rowing the boat inside didn't know what was going on, and they could often see that the boat had begun to spin, and the laborers inside were still shaking and shaking, letting the slurry outside row the air.

"Good! Well done!" Admiral Dai Lin waved his arms excitedly, "Signal the signal, let the Third Fleet disperse and approach the other side to attack." ”

The High Elf female mage frowned: "Be careful of the other party's counterattack. ”

"What are you afraid of? Can such a transport ship with no building and such a low side still be able to wage a white-knuckle battle against our ship? What am I afraid of a transport ship that doesn't even have a ramming angle?" Dai Lin waved his hand indifferently.

So, the Third Fleet moved closer.

As the distance approached, the power and accuracy of the shelling increased exponentially.

The iron ball cannonball, which was shot by the powerful momentum, collided with the orc transport ship in the fiercest way!

The iron cannonballs shattered under the massive impact, as did the transports.

At this time, the moon suddenly appeared in the clouds.

In the bright moonlight, the explosion could be clearly seen, sending pieces of iron and sawdust fluttering in the air. The brilliant brilliance of the explosion announced that death was coming.

The shells aimed at the waterline of the transport ship are the most dangerous and murderous. Even if it doesn't hit the target directly, a close miss near the ship's waterline is likely to cause the hull of the orc's inferior transport ship to crack.

One huge tin transport after another began to sink, and from the noise reaching into the sky, it was clear that each tin transport was filled with orc warriors.

Perhaps on land, these warriors are omnipotent warriors who can still charge bravely despite a dozen arrows, but in the ocean. They are no different from weak babies.

When the ship capsizes, most of the entrances and exits will not be opened. Originally, the deck was covered with iron sheets to improve its protection, which greatly improved the survivability of the people inside when the ship sank. However, when the ship sank, it became a huge coffin.

With nearly a thousand orc warriors, he slowly sank to the bottom of the shallow sea, which was not deep.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Naval battles with us Kul Tiras, you greenskins aren't good enough!" Dalin laughed heartily, and even took a sip of Gina's golden sword.

In the horizon, at least a dozen giant iron-skinned orc transports began to sink, and more than thirty transports lost their mobility due to broken oars, floating or spinning on the surface of the sea.

"I reported the battle situation to the deputy commander-in-chief, and the deputy commander-in-chief urgently notified your majesty that your fleet should retreat, and be careful of the tribe's desperate efforts. ”

"Be careful of what? Be careful of these transports with low sides, no towers, no ramming, no long-range weapons? He underestimates our Kurtilas fleet, doesn't he?" Dai Lin suddenly remembered something: "He wants his Storm fleet to have some military merit, right? ”

At this time, as if God was going to slap him in the face, Dai Lin successfully performed what it means to be happy and sad.

Where there was no [Flash Technique] to shine, Huo Ran rushed out of thousands of small and medium-sized transport ships. The biggest difference from the previous transports was that the bow of these ships was equipped with the sharp horns of some kind of giant creature.

It's not a bump angle in the standard sense, but it's not much worse if it's used for a single use.

Admiral Dalin's face turned pale for a moment.

"Retreat! Let the Third Fleet retreat!" Dainn ordered in a little panic.

But it was too late, and despite the good moonlight, when they spotted the swarming boats, Kurtilas's fleet could not do anything at all. Compared to the small boats that were light and used oars, the sail-based Kul Tiras was too slow to turn and speed.

As a result of the bulkiness, the ships at the front were all besieged by the Tribal boats.

The small transports of the Horde bravely rammed into the Kurtiras, and a scene ensued the people of Kurtiras.

The roof of those transport ships was removed.

Not like a loose leaf, but purely covered with a piece of cloth, a bunch of orcs directly used brute force to lift the top cover of unknown tons into the water, and then climbed along the outer wall of the ship to the deck of the ship without even using a grappling hook.

Their climb was rightfully met with resistance from the sailors, and most of the orcs were blasted into the sea before they could climb up. Those who can't swim often drown like this.

However, as more and more orc transports participated in the siege, Admiral Dalin, who was a few hundred meters away, watched in amazement as his Third Fleet was besieged one warship after another. Often, a warship will be besieged by more than ten orc boats.

When more than 10 bright green figures appeared on the deck, Dai Lin knew that the ship was finished!

"Withdraw! Hurry up!" Dalin closed his eyes.

Painfully abandoning the Third Fleet, mired in chaos, Daelin led the remaining ships and seriously drained the Horde with a medium-range artillery bombardment of the Horde with a great sense of art and distance.

The tribal fleet, which had achieved its goal, continued to sail towards Nanhai Town without regard to the heavy fire of the cannonball. (To be continued.) )